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Pawprints in the Foreign Soil



Mahniya


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03-19-2013, 09:51 PM
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Blood colored eyes dipped an almost imperceptible nod at the look Crusade shot her. Its meaning was lost to her. This was commanded of her and she had agreed. She was here because a superior had commanded it. So why...why did they act like she was doing them a favor? The older dame sat back upon her haunches, awaiting the King of these lands no doubt. Mahniya, before joining Glaciem, had never met a king, and now she was potentially gearing herself to attack one. That was borne with great difficulty upon her shoulders, but her loyalties had been chosen. Mahniya remained standing, waiting, ready. A slave need only obey one master.

She absorbed the wolves as they arrived, one by one, her eyes drinking in everything about them. She made no noise not even the softest of hellos. She stood silent and still, her posture mildly relaxed, nowhere near hostile but ready. It was not her place to speak and so she didn't. Her eyes drifted between the two prestigious wolves as they spoke, listening intently to their words. Crusade presented nothing but the truth, a noble deed, one not usually employed back home.

Even after the dame was finished voicing her opinion Mahniya did not move. She was close enough to the she wolf to block any oncoming attack and that was enough for her.